For as long as I can remember, I carried so many of the world’s burdens on my shoulders. I worried about gas prices, nuke attacks, and the stupid things the men in my life did. I worried that I was ugly and couldn’t wear stylish clothes because they didn’t come in size “triple-Z.” I felt the need to share these maladies with anyone who would listen. Slowly, my circle of friends diminished, as did my circle of mere acquaintances. The lightbulb finally came on one day when I found myself listening to the words coming out of my mouth. Complaint-after-complaint

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